"Then trade your lives for it!"
The moment his voice fell.
The mechanially enhanced brain of Korath the Pursuer didn't even have time to process the meaning of that sentence.
He only saw the man in the white suit elegantly raise his right index finger.
"Fire!! Open fi..."
Korath's roar was stuck in his throat.
Pew—!
A purple beam, thin as a thread but emitting an aura of despair, instantly crossed dozens of meters.
Without any obstruction, without any sound.
Splat!
Korath's head, covered with metal implants, exploded instantly like a watermelon hit by a high-pressure water gun.
Red and white matter splashed everywhere, staining the armor of several Kree soldiers nearby.
The headless corpse swayed twice before falling straight down.
"Sir?!"
The surrounding Kree soldiers instantly fell into panic.
Driven by the survival instinct of that moment, they raised their energy rifles and pulled the triggers frantically.
"Kill him!!"
Countless energy bolts poured towards Frieza like a torrential rain.
However.
Facing this dense net of firepower, Frieza didn't even have the desire to dodge.
He simply looked down at the rough stone in his hand emitting violent purple light.
"Is this the energy of the Power Stone?"
Frieza didn't use his own Ki, but tentatively guided the gem in his hand.
"Then let's test its quality on you."
Hum—!
A wave of pure, domineering purple energy instantly swept outwards with Frieza at the center!
Those incoming energy bolts were annihilated into nothingness the moment they touched this wave.
Immediately after.
BOOM!!!
That purple energy tide crashed ruthlessly onto the surrounding Kree soldiers.
"Ahhh—!"
The screams lasted less than half a second.
Those dozens of fully armed Kree elites, along with their high-strength alloy armor...
In front of this power, were like snowflakes thrown into a furnace.
Instantly decomposed, shattered, turned to dust!
The entire underground temple was forcibly expanded by a circle from this strike, the rock walls smooth as mirrors.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Frieza looked at the empty surroundings, waving his hand somewhat disgustedly to disperse the burnt smell in the air.
"The power is passable, just too crude."
"No aesthetic sense at all."
Frieza casually tossed the Power Stone up, and the stone capable of destroying planets fell into his pocket.
Blue, Yellow, Purple.
Three colors shone together, an unprecedented sense of fulfillment surging through his body. (Note: The text implies he has three stones now. Space is blue, Mind is yellow, Power is purple. The previous text mentioned Space and implied Mind implicitly or explicitly in prior context not fully provided, but "Blue, Yellow, Purple" confirms three).
"Phew..."
Frieza adjusted his collar.
"Since this watchdog is dead, then his master..."
Frieza remembered that Kree madman who always wore black eyeshadow and carried a big hammer around judging people—Ronan.
"I recall that guy should still be working for Thanos right now?"
"Since Thanos the Purple Potato has become my Director of Demolition."
"Then as the subordinate of a subordinate..."
Frieza stroked his chin, a matter-of-fact expression on his face.
"His fleet is my fleet."
"His assets are my assets."
"This is very logical, isn't it?"
Just as he thought, the shipyard on Planet 002 had just started work, and it would take time to assemble a decent fleet.
But that Dark Aster fleet in Ronan's hands was ready-made!
He could just take it and use it!
"Perfect, I can also ask about the Kree Empire along the way."
"If that Supreme Intelligence is a little smart, maybe I won't have to personally go and blow up Hala."
Thinking of this, Frieza hesitated no longer.
He slowly raised his left hand, and the Space Stone suddenly lit up with dazzling blue light.
"Target: Dark Aster Flagship."
Hum—!
A huge blue portal tore open out of thin air in this desolate ruin.
Hands in pockets, humming an unknown tune, Frieza stepped in with elegant strides.
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Deep Space, The Dark Aster.
Inside the command hall, Ronan the Accuser sat on his high platform.
He held the Universal Weapon—that massive war hammer—his face painted with black oil, staring sinisterly at the star map ahead.
He was waiting for news from Korath.
The Orb was the key to his destruction of Xandar, and his only hope to break free from Thanos's control.
Just then.
Woo— Woo— Woo—!
Ear-piercing alarms rang through the entire bridge without warning!
"What's happening?!"
Ronan stood up abruptly, roaring loudly.
"Report Accuser! Extremely high-level spatial fluctuations detected inside the bridge! Intruder alert!"
The operator shouted in panic.
Before his voice fell.
Rip—!
In the very center of the command hall, space shattered like a mirror.
A ghostly blue light door opened out of thin air.
Immediately after, a man in a white suit with blonde hair and blue eyes walked out.
"Oh my, my..."
Frieza looked around at the Kree soldiers who instantly raised their weapons as if facing a great enemy, and finally his gaze landed on Ronan on the high platform.
He frowned slightly, extended a finger, and pointed around disgustedly.
"Is this the Dark Aster?"
"The lighting is so dim, and the decoration style is so grim."
"Mr. Ronan, your aesthetic taste is truly as terrible as your eye makeup."
Everyone was stunned by the arrogant attitude of this man who suddenly appeared.
Where was this?
This was Ronan the Accuser's flagship! The core of the Necro-fleet!
This guy wearing no armor dared to criticize the great Accuser here?!
"Who are you?!"
Ronan gripped the war hammer in his hand tightly.
He could feel the dangerous aura radiating from that man, especially the glowing thing in his left hand...
That was... an Infinity Stone?!
"Space Stone?!"
Ronan's pupils contracted violently; he recognized the blue stone.
"Who I am is not important."
Frieza ignored the circle of dark muzzles around him. He walked towards the high platform step by step with elegant strides.
"What is important is that your actions have made this Emperor very unhappy."
Frieza stopped, looked at the soldiers still aiming at him, and sighed lightly.
"Seeing a Galactic Emperor, instead of thinking about how to kneel and welcome him, you dare to point these fire sticks at me?"
"Is this Kree etiquette?"
Frieza's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Too rude."
"Since you don't know the rules, I'll teach you."
Before his voice fell.
Hum!
A terrifying gravity field descended instantly!
That was the pure pressure of Frieza's aura!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Those dozens of elite Necro-soldiers didn't even have time to scream.
Their legs snapped instantly, and they knelt on the ground in unison!
Their knees smashed cracks into the floor!
"Now, that looks much better."
Frieza nodded with satisfaction, then looked up at Ronan on the high platform, who was still standing but whose face had turned ashen.
"Now then, Mr. Ronan."
A playful smile curled Frieza's lips.
"Can we discuss the transfer procedures for this ship now?"